“His eyes were open wounds beneath his heavy brows, a blue as dark as the sea by night.”
“His blue eyes were very dark...Will's were the colour of the sky just on the edge of the night...”
“His steady gaze held hers. His blue eyes were very dark, uniquely so. She had known people before with blue eyes, but they had always been light blue. Will's were the color of the sky just on the edge of night.”
“His blue eyes were seas where sorrow sailed.”
“These are dark radiances. They have no suspicion that they are to be pitied. Certainly they are so. He who does not weep does not see. They are to be admired and pitied, as one would both pity and admire a being at once night and day, without eyes beneath his lashes but with a star on his brow.”
“His hand is cool on my cheek as he paints a tear beneath my left eye, dark blue and swollen with sorrow.”